There Wasn’t Any Hill in Brevard County, Florida, but There Were Songbirds
The oatmeal made with milk and honey . . . and
With mother love . . . was eaten with the sound
PATTI PAGE – Mockin’ Bird Hill（1951）with lyrics – YouTube
Of “Mockingbird Hill” lilting near. Though bland
Lennon Sisters – “Mockingbird Hill” – Norwegian Melody – YouTube
As porridge lacking butter, music round
The oatmeal table had marimba notes
And so the almost clockwork singing filled
The morning with an innocence like oats.
The innocence and music almost trilled
And yodelled. Eating toast, we didn’t miss
Our father who had gone out long before
To work among his bees. We had calm bliss.
He brought home love and sweetness we could pour
On cereal with whiteness. Up above
Our school days rose a singing sun and love.
~ Phillip Whidden
Sweetness and love and honey really did seem to live in that little lilac colored house.
Laura, it’s good to hear from you. I almost never check for comments here so it’s lucky that I did today. Thank you for reading the sonnet and for commenting.
Sorry. I almost never look for messages here, Laura.